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Paul, The Naked Savior - Part 3
All I wanted to do, now, was just to sit down with whatever this book was. I made my way back to the elongated table and was about to sit back down when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around to see him. He was dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt that clung to his muscular physique. He had short, blonde hair and had black pants on. And he looked… familiar. I couldn't quite place the face, but I knew I'd seen him somewhere before.
It also took me a second to realize that I had no shirt on. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest while still holding the book in my other hand. My cheeks flushed red and I looked around. I noticed that some people did look my way. I guess whatever happened a moment ago where no one saw me must've worn off. But, for the most part, people just minded their own business.
That's when I heard a sigh. It was coming from this blonde guy that I assumed was the librarian. When I looked to him, he had his hands to his hips and was looking off to the side. He appeared rather impatient.
“Oh, get over it, Paul,” he said. “Didn't you listen to a word they said?” He then looked right at me.
It happened all at once. Me realizing he was probably referring to the two men that suddenly appeared in my dorm earlier and remembering where I saw him from. Years ago, I would frequent this local store in my town. I'd often pass by this one section where they were selling frames. Each one had a stock photo in it with a model. He was the model in one of the frames. Dressed exactly like he was now. As a matter of fact, he was in a library. A chill started running through me again. Paired with a strange nostalgia. The kind that you'd get looking at something from the past that shouldn't exist.
I was still holding myself, tightly. My palms covering up my nipples.
“You look rather ridiculous standing like that, Paul,” this guy said, staring me down. “No one is supposed to actually see you in any state of undress until you do that,” he lifted up his hand and used his index and middle finger to imitate walking, “walk of bravery, remember?” He slapped that hand against his side.
I looked around me and gradually let go of my chest. It still felt weird to be in the library bare-chested. The fact that no one could actually see I was shirtless was slightly comforting, but, at the same time, discomforting.
I just looked at him for a moment, unable to process that I was looking at something from my memories. It felt like he'd jumped out of that picture frame and made it all the way here.
“Who are you?” I asked, partly wanting an answer, and partly not.
He shook his head in response. “You're all the same. They should really stop selecting,” he looked at me up and down, sizing me up, “unworthy specimens to do this. Don't they know?” He closed his eyes and opened them again.
I gasped when he did, fighting my voice wanting to jump back in my throat along with that gasp. His eyes, they turned completely white.
He tilted his head and then stated, “I always win.”
That's when I realized what I was facing. What was right in front of me. “Are, um, are you the next…”
“Guardian?” He chuckled. His voice cold and distant. The sound of his voice changed as well. It was layered over in multiple sounds that all seemed to be his voice. “Do I look like some kind of hired gun? I am not a brainless bouncer. Who dare you insinuate that. I should end things right here.”
A smile went across his face as all the lights in the library started flickering. I looked around and saw that I wasn't the only one that noticed. Shit! Was I supposed to do this “walk of bravery” now? Was now the time? As I began to mentally prepare myself, the lights stopped flickering and everything was still again. My heart was still running rampant in my chest.
“That wasn't funny,” I said.
He shook his head again. “It's not time, yet, Paul. There are rules and as much as it pains me to admit, even I have to adhere to them.”
I couldn't believe what happened next.
His hair was was changing to a darker color. His facial structure started to morph and change and his entire body mass was changing shape. His clothing was seeping into his skin as his chest was minimizing to a more slim build made out of leaner muscle. A chest that looked familiar. It was my chest. It didn't take long for the change to complete and I was staring at myself.. naked. I was staring at my own body, seeing how each curvature of my skin created my structure. It was weird to be looking at own dick. How it swayed slightly beneath my own bush of pubic hair. I looked back up at myself. Feeling embarrassed just by seeing this external portrayal of myself without any clothes on.
“This is what you will look like when you take that walk. This is what will happen. Are you sure you're ready for that…. Paul?”
I wanted to see if anyone else was noticing this. But no one was reacting.
“Again, no one can see. Only you, Paul.”
I looked back at myself. And I was walking closer to me. I was just an inch or two away from my face. Feeling my own breath being blown back at me.
“But, did they tell you what would happen after?” I watched myself as I arched my eyebrow. This double, or doppleganger, or whatever it was, was backing away and they extended their arms. They pointed their fingers down and I looked to see where they were pointing. I was hard. I was seeing my own erect penis pointing straight forward with veins running solid in the skin. Watching it as it began bouncing upward as if holding onto some semen. I then noticed a droplet begin to protrude from the head. I darted my head to face me and.. I or whatever it was was gone. No one was there now.
I felt the book in my hand shake a little bit. I looked down at it and opened it up. It didn't seem to be a pop-up anymore. But there was a passage on the front page. A passage obviously meant for me:
Many worlds have been made mine, Paul. Yours will be the latest. It will be incredible to feel your defeat. Because you may be brave enough to walk with only your body to show, but are you ready for what happens next? For the giving of yourself to save this world you call home? You just think about that when facing off with the next guardian…
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